Faced-off dancing queen

Blessed be, I’ve been de-friended on Facebook.
In a narcissistic medium where everyone’s a poet or a wise-ass, de-friending has become quite de rigeur. Seems we’re now more tickled with who we can cull. A virtual Mean Girls, only wankier.
While the de-friending was possibly more eventful than the re-insinuated friendship, I was later informed I’d been blocked. And now it’s just getting old. So I channelled my energy and bashed out this column. Snaps for me. I made lemonade. With a generous splash of gin, admittedly.
With the MG party a few sleeps away, surely it was a sign. And with the extension of my texting digit, I started filling my dance card. It’s not like I’ll see them anyway. They’ll only be lurking behind a monitor at home. Or releasing flying monkeys.
Okay. If you block someone, have a reason. Most sites ask for one, and it’s not to be taken lightly. It’s the online equivalent of taking out an AVO. This can be Tip #1 for avoiding cyber conundrums.
Reckless online enthusiasts lose their jobs, and others implode while spying on their partners. The modern mum always catches her kids, and community scandals often shift from private to public tantys.
Tip #2: sharing private messages could see you in serious trouble. And people talk.
Tip #3: don’t post anything you wouldn’t want the boss or your parents to see.
Tip #4: remember most data you upload becomes the intellectual property of the site. Yup, the Facebook Fairies are watching.
Tip #5: when social networking consumes your every waking hour, it’s time to get a life. No one cares about your bloody page, you self-indulgent tool. Unless maybe you’re a celeb. There’s a real world out there with real trees, real houses and walking, talking people. Yes, the mind boggles.
I’m now set for a bumper party. Dan Murphy, Gemma, Jake Kilby, Sveta, Ben Drayton, Mandy Rollins, and international heavyweights David Guetta and Bimbo Jones all take to the decks. And I wonder who the guest performer is. If it’s Whitney or George, I hope someone’s told them about the sniffer dogs.
See you on the dancefloor.